Monday, September 27, 2010

There's something to not only "respecting the nap" but actually taking naps when the baby does.

There's something to not worrying about the heat melting everything - chapstick, food made of chocolate, breast milk, stuff in the trunk, makeup, me, the baby, everything - down to its basest elements.

There's something to not having anything to stress or worry over or think about.

There's something to hitting up the farmer's market, picking up some sopresatte, old world Portugese cheese, some green plums and a baguette and eating a homeless-style picnic lunch (sans forks, knives, plates, napkins) by the bay.

There's something to the sun setting over the ocean, leaving a trail across the water that looks like you could just walk right down it and go visit the sun for a while.

There's something to walking away from real life every now and then.

Then again. . .

sometimes it means you have to ignore foreign carpets that turn your baby's feet and knees black, not to mention all the germs (oh the germs!)

sometimes it means forgetting in the span of three short days that you actually have to come back to triple-digit heat that persists with blatant disregard of the fact that the calendar says it's the end of September

sometimes it means you'll be pleased as punch to be home (in the air conditioning) on a Saturday afternoon, making egg and spinach english muffin sandwiches that have been kicked in the pants by some onion, garlic and pepper jack cheese

sometimes it means you daydream about your husband graduating so you can go and do and see whatever, wherever, whenever